Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

She hailed a cab at the entrance. The driver was an uncle.

“Young man, you’re so handsome!” The uncle praised Xing Jiuan when she opened the car door and got in.

Xing Jiuan was wearing a black jacket, black casual jeans, and a pair of white sneakers. She was 1.7 meters tall and had an excellent figure.

She had short hair. So from time to time, people would mistake her for a boy.

Xing Jiuan was holding a black baseball cap and her cell phone in her hand. Upon hearing this, she smiled and said, “Uncle, I’m a girl.”

“…”

This was awkward.

The uncle started the car and was momentarily speechless.

Xing Jiuan sat in the passenger seat and looked at her cell phone. It was unclear what she was looking at. She was casually browsing through her photo album, chat records, videos…

She’d looked through quite a lot.

There were many past photos stored on her phone. After she arrived at the Huo family’s house, her phone broke down not long after. There were many things in it that she didn’t have time to save.

“…Young lady, you look really dashing. Are you a celebrity?” the uncle began asking.

“No, just an ordinary person.”

Many people would think that Xing Jiuan was a delinquent girl. Even if she was good-looking, she didn’t look like a good child.

This uncle was surprisingly friendly.

“My daughter has a room full of posters, and she says they are of a certain celebrity. I don’t think that celebrity looks as good as you.

“Young lady, do you have any posters of you? I’ll take one back and show it to my girl. She keeps saying that I don’t have good taste, but I think I do.”

Xing Jiuan only smiled and did not say anything else. She did not have any posters of herself, and she would not give out photos of herself either.

After Xing Jiuan paid and left, the uncle took a few more glances. “My aesthetic standards are pretty good.”

Xing Jiuan went straight to their private room. Mu Qing and the rest had yet to arrive, so she got someone to serve her a cup of water first as she fiddled with her phone.

That uncle reminded her of the Master.

Although that old man always fought with her for snacks and was even more childish than she was, he was still her family, one who had raised her for more than ten years.

She had said that she would provide for her master during his retirement.

She’d initially wanted to give the Master a call, but the other party called her first.

Xing Jiuan picked up the call and said in a rare obedient voice, “Master.”

“Xing…” The person on the other end of the line paused for a while when he heard this obedient voice.

“Xing Jiuan, your fiancé’s grandfather is looking for you.”